Steve shrugged, in a 'what-can-you-do' sort of way. "I was used to it, by that point. Being-- well, not being healthy, like everyone else. It didn't really detract from the day, it was still fun. Left to my own devices, I'd probably just read, draw and run, all day, now. I'm not a real exciting guy." Not when it was just him, anyway. He could think of a thousand things he wanted to do with Rogue, places they could go visit and have fun, Coney Island being just one of many.

Really, he just wanted to make memories with her. He wanted that instant connection, where every time he looked at something, it reminded him of her, in some way. Steve was very much of the mindset that a relationship wasn't just built on passion and excitement, but also being best friends, wanting to share everything with each other, no matter how mundane.

He didn't quite know how to respond to her comment about having a memory like that in her head, not even her own memory, it sounded like. But he was glad that she was comfortable telling him even that much, when she'd been so fearful earlier of him leaving when he found out about her powers.